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“Auntie!” You leap forward into your Aunt Tutu's arms, squeezing her tightly as she hugs you back.

“Hello, Rena. Did you come to check on your mothers?” She asks with a warm smile, patting your head.

“Mhmm! What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol or something? You know you can take me with you to help!” You answer cheerfully, letting her go and following her into the room where the two Tamaranean queens rest in agony.

“Of course, it would be an excellent bonding experience for us both. As for why I'm here...”

Tutu lowers to the queen's laps, lifting their shared blanket enough for only her to see what's beneath.

“I was called to assess the situation before long term medical help could arrive. The swelling's gone down, but the bruising is another story... I hope you three will show some restraint in the future. What kind of example are you setting for your daughter by allowing these antics?”

“Ugh, another lecture from the toaster...” Mom 2 groans, flipping through channels on the TV.

“Look, we're both already big losers in this situation. Would it be too much to ask to not rub salt in our--”

“Don't finish that sentence or I will flip the couch.” Tutu coldly warns, covering them both back up. She must've known Mom was about to swear...

“When my brother got the idea in his head to have the both of you on the same Earth, I was worried that HE would be the one getting overwhelmed.”

“Oh shut up, the awards are on...” Mom groans, laying back into the sofa.

You look at the screen that practically covers the entire wall in front of the sofa, and on it you see a long red carpet leading into an arena with hundreds of celebrities and photographers corralled around it.

“Ohhh, I haven't been down to watch Earth movies in a while. Was there anything good?” Mom 2 asks Mom.

“I wouldn't know. Reno only wanted to see Ninja Mime 8.” Mom responds with words coated in disdain.

“Eight. Eight friggin' movies with that douchebag--”

“Johnny Cage!”

A reporter calls out, and various people surrounding the line cheer as the named celebrity debuts onto the carpet.

You don't like the language your mother used, but she wasn't entirely wrong. The action star came out wearing a silver shining suit and a pair of dark shades, beckoning the people to continue to cheer for him with waving hands.

“Him. Ughhhhhh.” Your mom groans again, her fingers gripping the sofa cushion tightly.

“I have no idea who he is, but he does have a very punchable face.” Mom 2 remarks, raising an eyebrow.
[More in the next post!]

>>3188148
“Mr. Cage! Can we talk for just a second!” A female reporter working for the network your watching shouts at the actor, and with a twinkle in his grin he starts to walk closer.

“Hey beautiful. If it's alright I'm gonna go ahead and answer your first question; yes, I'll be free to take you out after I get my award.” He boasts without an ounce of shame for his overconfidence.

The reporter giggles, but you can't tell if it's forced.

“Great! But what I really wanted to know-along with all the viewers at home-is what it feels like to keep a franchise like Ninja Mime going for eight films, with another one due next year?”

“NINE?! GODDAMMIT RENO'S GONNA DRAG ME TO NINE-Owww!! Owww...” Your mother starts to rise in her seat, but the pain in her groin sets her back down.

“I'll have to see these movies for myself if Reno really likes them. Perhaps I will enjoy them as well.” Tutu ponders.

“How does it feel? Like it always does. I've given another great gift to the world, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon!” He answers, and now you're starting to feel your mother's emotional page. You don't think you could listen to him for another minute...

...And when a blue flash of lightning spikes down onto the red carpet, you realize you won't have to.

The reporter and the rest of the crowd scream in fear as lightning cracks in front of them all, but instead of a scorch mark all that's left behind is a man in a straw hat.

“RAIDEN?!” You blurt out, scurrying closer to the TV.

“... Woah! Hey sparky, what are you doing here?!” Johnny Cage questions, but disturbs you is that he addresses the Thundergod like an old friend as he approaches.

“Johnny Cage, you must--”

Raiden is interrupted by several camera flashes hitting his eyes as Johnny throws an arm over his shoulder, posing with him.

“--You must return with me and prepare for Kombat.” He finishes, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“... I'm sorry, what'd you say?” Johnny asks, his face distorted in confusion.

“Another tournament commences.” Raiden tells him, and before the star can protest he is teleported away from the awards ceremony, leaving the crowd shouting in confusion.
“... What just happened?” Your mom asks.

A: “That was Raiden! He's the one that told me and dad about the tournament!”

B: “Well, lucky for you mom. He might die before that next movie comes out...”

C: “So... Does he look like a good fighter in those Ninja Mime movies?”

D: “After seeing that, I think I should hurry back and rejoin my team...”

>>3188153
>B: “Well, lucky for you mom. He might die before that next movie comes out...”
>C: “So... Does he look like a good fighter in those Ninja Mime movies?”

>>3188153

B: “Well, lucky for you mom. He might die before that next movie comes out...”
C: “So... Does he look like a good fighter in those Ninja Mime movies?”

>>3188153
>A: “That was Raiden! He's the one that told me and dad about the tournament!”
"Why couldn't he have recruited Jackie Chan?"

Can't wait to see how you fuck with Reno this time.

>>3188153
>A: “That was Raiden! He's the one that told me and dad about the tournament!”

>>3188164
Why recruit jackie chan when you already have bruce lee

>>3188153
>D: “After seeing that, I think I should hurry back and rejoin my team...”

>>3188153
>B
>C

You look back at mom, giving her a nervous chuckle.

“Well, lucky for you mom. He might die before that next movie comes out...”

All three of them just blink at you, and then your face starts to show a more grim expression.

“So... Does he look like a good fighter in those Ninja Mime movies?”

“... He's an actor, sweetie. He doesn't fight.” Your mom responds just as mortified as you are.

“I'm still trying to process that Reno's story about the lightning guy with the funny hat summoning him to fight was real. Mandy, he wasn't bullshitting us.” Mom 2 looks at her twin, completely dumbfounded.

“... Wait, that means... RENA!”

You jolt at the sound of your mother's angry voice, watching as fire fills her eyes.

“I FORBID YOU TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS TOURNAMENT! YOU WILL NOT FOLLOW YOUR FATHER AND RISK LOSING YOUR LIFE IN A SPECTACLE!” She roars at you, showing her roots as a queen.

Mom 2 just tries to scoot away from her, once again emphasizing who wear the pants in this polygamist marriage.

“... I already told Raiden and the team I would.” You quietly admit, noticing the heat in the room start to rise.

“RENA MELODY KUWABARA, YOU ARE GROUND—MPPPFFFF!!!”

You were about to start quaking in fear at the sound of your middle name, but your aunt Tutu had pinched your mother's lips together.

“Rena, could you wait for me outside the house. There's a discussion I need to have with your mothers about this.” She politely asks, showing you a smile sweeter than honey.

“... O-Okay.” You timidly answer, hurrying out of the room and making your way to the front porch.

**

There was some rumbles and muffled yelling felt from outside your home, but after 20 minutes or so it stopped, and you were soon joined by your aunt looking exhausted as she sits next to you.

“Phew... You aren't grounded, but I think we should talk about this as well.”

She looks at you, her eyes serious as she addresses you.
“Why do you want to participate in this tournament?”

A: “Because I need to in order to protect Earth! Why else would I?”

B: “Well, I said I would so... I guess I feel obligated now.”

C: “I don't want dad to into it on his own. I need to be there to make sure he doesn't do something to hurt us or himself.”

D: “I don't know...”

>>3188240
>A: “Because I need to in order to protect Earth! Why else would I?”

>>3188240
>E. Because my team is going too, and if we fail the Earth gets taken over by some evil jerks? Like even if I standby it could still happen, so why would I not want to do this?

>>3188240
>A: “Because I need to in order to protect Earth! Why else would I?”

>>3188250
This.

>>3188250
>>3188260
that's pretty much just A

>>3188240
>C: “I don't want dad to into it on his own. I need to be there to make sure he doesn't do something to hurt us or himself.”
>E. "I...didn't want dad running off without me again..."

>>3188240
>A: “Because I need to in order to protect Earth! Why else would I?”

>>3188240
>A

“Because I need to in order to protect Earth! Why else would I?”

Your aunt smiles.

“That's the only reason you need. Your mother still sees you as her little girl, but she needs to realize you're a woman who wants to protect people, and sometimes that includes putting your own life on the line.” She responds warmly.

Hearing her refer to you as a woman feels... Nice. You're so used to “young lady” or “princess” and other little names... But being called a woman for once feels special.

“That being said. I'll be joining you in this fight.”

You look surprised as she stands and gazes at the city over the tower's edge, leaving you to wonder if you heard her right.

“I'm not going to stand by and let you and your father do the fighting on your own. It wouldn't be respectful to the rest of the family.”

“Oh...!! That's awesome! I can't wait to save the world with you!” You chirp excitedly, bouncing up on your feet and pumping both of your fists.

“So, when do you wanna start training with me? Oh, you should come to Titans Tower and fight with Namur, he's really strong too!”

She just chuckles, turning around and patting your head.

“Worry about that later. Right now I need to find your father and get more information on this tournament. It also wouldn't hurt to just check up on him...” She thinks aloud, stepping closer to the roof's edge.

“Oh, before I go, was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

A: “Nope! I'm just getting excited thinking about the adventure we're gonna be on!”

B: “Um... Actually, do you know anything about guys or falling in love in general? Asking my mom or dad is... Well, you know them. I just feel like a total dork because it makes me uncomfortable thinking about stuff I saw here today.”

C: “Yes, actually... Why do you think Dad's like this? I mean, he's acting like a wild animal all of a sudden.”

D: “Not for you, but could you ask grandma to make me her cookies and come see me sometime? Please?”

>>3188336
>C: “Yes, actually... Why do you think Dad's like this? I mean, he's acting like a wild animal all of a sudden.”

>>3188336
>B: “Um... Actually, do you know anything about guys or falling in love in general? Asking my mom or dad is... Well, you know them. I just feel like a total dork because it makes me uncomfortable thinking about stuff I saw here today.”
Yes, I know asking her about guys seems silly but it's just semantics.

>>3188336
C: “Yes, actually... Why do you think Dad's like this? I mean, he's acting like a wild animal all of a sudden.”

>>3188336
>C: “Yes, actually... Why do you think Dad's like this? I mean, he's acting like a wild animal all of a sudden.”

>>3188336
>C

“Yes, actually... Why do you think Dad's like this? I mean, he's acting like a wild animal all of a sudden.”

Tutu sighs, getting a sullen expression.

“Auntie?” You ask, worried that your question upset her.

“I'm fine, Rena, It's just that I think I'm partly to blame, or at least where I'm from is.” She begins to answer.

“The evil Earth?” You ask, and she silently responds with a nod.

“Yes. I think it overwhelmed him, knowing that it was one of many alternate worlds among his own.” She starts her thorough explanation calmly, looking back towards the city as if she were imagining it as her previous home.

“When your father was confronted by the evil forces of my world, he stood against them and won. That would put anyone else's mind at ease, but your father thinks beyond most. He might not seem like it, but your father is a genius.”

“... I don't want to be mean, but I find that hard to believe.” You admit. You love your dad, but sometimes he just... He just does stupid stuff!

“You're not wrong to. Sure, he might not be book smart, but when it comes to understanding his own limits, the limits of his enemies, battle strategy... He's unmatched. Which is why he's desperately fighting and defeating anything he believes might possibly match him in strength, and why he takes every opportunity to do so.” She elaborates.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EI0NdenbhGc

“He wants to prove to himself that there is nothing that can defeat him. That there's no threat or force in this world or any other that could topple him. He's been the one to visit another world and tear his way through it, and there's no telling if he'd be on the receiving end of it one day. That's why your father hunts strength like a beast. It's not that he wants to be the strongest in the universe... No, in his mind he is compelled to be the strongest in any universe. It doesn't matter if this pursuit upsets his family, because in turn he does it to be able to protect him. If the world sees him as a threat, then it only pushes him forward so that some day one glance at him is enough to make a enemy's blood run cold. That is your father's goal, and one day...”

She looks back to you.

“His strength will be yours.”

Your mouth hangs open , still soaking in everything Tutu said. It was very poetic, and it's starting to dawn on you that these theatrics speeches run in the family. Will you ever get one? Should you write it down?

[More in the next post!]

>>3188530
“... Rena?”

“Huh?! Oh sorry, that's just a lot to process... It kind of sounds like he's paranoid.” You answer, looking a bit worried.

“Well, maybe not... Another world is going to fight ours after all, isn't it?” She rhetorically questions, making you do a soft gasp.

She smiles, turning to give you one last hug before she leaves.

“Train hard for the tournament, okay? I'll see you when the time comes.”

She gives you a thumbs up, then back flips off the roof!

“HENSHIN!” She shouts before going out of view from the roof's edge, only to reappear in a explosion of angel feathers and fly off in her Power-Rider suit.

“Cool...” You quietly remark

Well, you suppose that's that. It's gotten pretty late and you're feeling super tired. Maybe you should just crash here for tonight and return to the tower in the morning...

A: Sleep here.

B: Hurry back to the tower. They might be worried.

>>3188539
>B: Hurry back to the tower. They might be worried.

>>3188539
>B: Hurry back to the tower. They might be worried.

>Get an autograph from Johnny Cage signed to 'Mandy' to give to our mom, it'll be funny to see her expression.

>>3188539

B: Hurry back to the tower. They might be worried.

>>3188539
>A: Sleep here.

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>>3188558
>>3188559
Alright guys! We'll find out what's in store for Rena at the tower Sunday night! For now, I have to get some rest because I'm going to an early showing of the DBS Broly movie tomorrow!

Thank for reading and voting! I'm really happy to be questing again!

>>3188579
Good to have you back, Mach, glad you're feeling better

>>3188579
rip quest

ded quest

ded mems

>>3188579
happy to have you back

>>3188539
You've finally made it back to Titan's Tower, and you're exhausted....

You almost fell asleep taking the elevator up to the team's living quarters, exiting through it's sliding door and walking like a zombie through the large living room.

The hallway leading to your room is just on the other side, and you only need a few more steps before you can finally flop down on your bed and pass out!

You motivate yourself to keep moving, knowing that once you reach the corridor you can cuddle up in some warm blankets and--

“Rena!”

Oh no...

You stagger as you turn around, finally notice that Namur had been sitting at the room's dining table waiting for you. He was dressed in his casual attire, but he looked far from relaxed as his stern eyes gazed at you.

“Where have you been?! We were worried when you didn't return to us sooner.”

“Oh, sorry I just really needed some time alone, and I was hungry, and I got new clothes and... Yeah I'm really sorry dude...” You try to explain while trying to keep your eyes open.

“I'm just gonna go to bed, okay?”

“No. I need to talk to you, now.” Namur insists, his expression hardening.

A: Go talk with him.

B: Keep walking down the hall and pretend you didn't hear him.

>>3194893
>A: Go talk with him.

>>3194893
>A: Go talk with him.

>>3194893
>A

You sigh quietly, moving at a slug's pace to the table and sitting down.

“What's up?” You ask with a yawn.

“You defied a direct order is what.” Namur answers.

“I told you to stay put with the team, but you were reckless and charged into battle.”

You sink in your seat. Oh yeah, you're starting remember that you did go berserk. Oops...

“Yeah... But I beat him up, didn't I?” You ask.

“Did you? I recall him rising from the ocean and preparing to retaliate before your father had arrived.” Namur points out.

“Not to mention that Reptile was still alive as well, and we only have a hint of what he's capable of. Do you understand what you had done?”

“I... Uh... Should've hit them both?” You ask.

“You put your team's lives at risk. What if your initial strike had failed and you exposed yourself to both of them? We would have to run head first into a battle with no understanding of our enemy.” He explains, still giving you a stern look.

A: “But I didn't fail. I hit him, so it's all good.”

B: “Oh come on, they both suck...”

C: “I'm sorry Namur. I'll do better, but first I really need to sleep...”

D: “I'm really sorry, big guy. I'm just used to running solo. Teamwork is kind of new to me...”

>>3195020
>E. Mumble out an apology before just passing out on the spot.

>>3195020
>E: "Do you know how many people work at my families tower. As much as my dad would have loved to, it isn't entirely staffed by supers and martial artists. Do you think Reptile and Blood wouldn't have caused a blood bath getting to him? I'm sorry I disobeyed an order, but I'm not sorry for doing what was right."

>>3195020
>D: “I'm really sorry, big guy. I'm just used to running solo. Teamwork is kind of new to me...”

>>3195027
>>3195036
Need a tie breaker between these two! Pick the option you think is best over the next 5 minutes!

>>3195036
+1

>>3195096
really kinda wish you hadn't made a rule for uncalled write-ins...

>>3195020
>E

You're starting to feel a bit more awake having him scold at you, showing another fierce gaze right at him through your weary eyes.

"Do you know how many people work at my families tower. As much as my dad would have loved to, it isn't entirely staffed by supers and martial artists. Do you think Reptile and Blood wouldn't have caused a blood bath getting to him? I'm sorry I disobeyed an order, but I'm not sorry for doing what was right."

His eyes narrow.

“I understand your feelings, but as the leader it my job to make sure the team survives the mission. The safety of your father's men is not my concern.”

“Then you're an inconsiderate jerk!” You shout at him, slamming your palms on the table and standing as your emotions fill you with a sudden burst of energy. It's hard to feel tired when you're angry.

“A lot of those people are innocent! You know, the kind we're supposed to protect?!”

“And you would've rather died on impulse and possibly taken some of the team with you instead of forming a plan to protect them?!” He stands with you, sharing the same aggression as he gets in your face.

“You need to stop acting with your muscles and use your head!”

You both stare each other down for a moment fire in your eyes... Metaphoric fire, though. You're too tired for the real thing at the moment.

“So... Do I need your permission for everything now?” You ask sarcastically.

“With that attitude, you might...” He responds with a low growl.

A: “Whatever. I'm going to bed.”

B: “... I'm sorry, I'm just cranky.”

C: That growl... Oooh... Should you kiss him?

D: Silently walk away.

>>3195178
>D: Silently walk away.

>>3195109
Yeah, I've changed rules so often since the last arc was a mess that I've lost track. I'll go on an say write ins are free.

>>3195178
>B: “... I'm sorry, I'm just cranky.”

>>3195184
>>3195211
Need a tie breaker between these two! One quick vote just so we can get things going!

>>3195184
THis`

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>>3195178
>D

There's a lot of things you wanna do to that stupid furry face of his, but you're going take his advice and use your head.

You turn around and start to walk away from the table, hearing him call your name once before you bullheadedly stomp to your room.

There's nothing graceful about your bedtime ritual this night. You just dress down into your undies and flop on top of the bed, losing yourself in the weak state of your body as you sleep.


**

“Yoooo! Knock knock! Wake wakey eggs and bacey!”

You groan, getting out of your sprawled position and looking up the door being jostled by Crush's knocking.

“Come in...” You respond, your voice coming off as whale-like as you speak mid yawn.

Crush opens the door, actually showing up with a plate of breakfast in hand.

“Woah... I knew you were packing ballistics to go with that ass, but damn girl this is some show you're giving me!” Crush teases with a grin.

You sit up on your knees, looking at your undies doing and adequate job of covering you and sighing.

“Just shut up and give me the grub...” You groan again, taking the plate and fork from her and going to town on the warm meal.

“So... You get your head straight? I figured that's what you ran off to do.” She asks, folding her arms.

“Yeah, a little bit, I dunno...” You try to answer through a mouth full of scrambled eggs.

“I ate some burgers and got some new clothes, saw some more aunts... The usual I guess.”

“The usual for you, maybe. It's probably good you weren't around here though. Lots of arguing between Bat-Bastard and Super Dork.” Crush starts to fill you in, taking a seat on the bed.

“What it boils down to is Superboy and Impulse wanting nothing to do with it, while Damian being a bit too into it I think? I went off on some spiel about his grandfather taught him the art of killing a man to keep the world proper yadda yadda yadda... Justice League might get involved, we'll see if anyone there will join us.”

“Hmm...” You remark with forkful of food on your tongue. Well, if Superboy wants nothing to do with, you doubt you'll be fighting side by side with his dad too.

“You alright? You seem out of it.” Crush notes, giving you a look of slight concern.
A: “I'm fine. Just trying to eat... What're we doing today?”

B: “I got into a fight with Namur last night. I barely remember it because I was so tired, but I think I feel bad.”

C: “No, I'm still traumatised by what my dad did to my moms---'ssss crotch! Yeah, my only mom... Haha...”

D: “I got stuff on my mind, like... Relationships and stuff. Everyone's either really screwed up or really horny in my family. Sometimes both. Do you think it's because I'm part cat or something?”

>>3195300
>B: “I got into a fight with Namur last night. I barely remember it because I was so tired, but I think I feel bad.”

>>3195300
>B: “I got into a fight with Namur last night. I barely remember it because I was so tired, but I think I feel bad.”

>>3195300
>B

You sadly whine, finishing up your food.

“I got into a fight with Namur last night. I barely remember it because I was so tired, but I think I feel bad.”

“You think you feel bad? God you orange dweebs are so weird with your feelings.” Crush rolls her eyes as she speaks, getting off the bed to look down at you.

“Did he say some stupid shit and now you hate his guts, or did you argue?”

“Um... It was just an argument.” You answer, rubbing the back of your hair.

“Well, if he gives you a moment, just apologize. This shit isn't rocket science.” Crush scoffs, getting closer to your door as she starts to leave.

“By the way, get suited up and meet us out back. Raiden's gonna show up and let us fight his pupils. I call dibs on the guy with the funny hat.”

She closes the door behind her, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

Just apologize? It's not that simple... Is it? Why does having friends have to be so perplexing...

You get dressed back into your uniform, making sure to use a stick of deodorant before slipping it all the way on.

“Hmm...” You think out loud. You get to spar with the kung-fu duo you met yesterday. Is it just them though? Do you get to pick who you'd fight? If Lord Raiden is just putting two students against the entire team they must be strong, so maybe you will get to fight the hat guy... Lao or something.

If you had to chose, you'd want to fight...

A: The guy with the headband!

B: The guy with the sharp hat!

C: Raiden!

D: Ohhh, you can't decide now!

>>3195362
>A: The guy with the headband!

>>3195362
>A: The guy with the headband!
>E: But if Johnny Cage is there then he takes top priority.

>>3195362
>C: Raiden!

I want to see if his lightning awakens Rena's powers or something. Maybe she got more than just a fighting spirit from his artificial ass.

>>3195362
>A

Yeah! The guy with the headband! He had this “chosen one” vibe about him, so he must be the stronger of the two!

Heading outside your room, you walk at a brisk pace to reach the elevator, ignoring whatever might be around you as you tunnel vision your way to the destination.

As you call the elevator, you notice it's already in service and heading downward to your floor. Oh gosh, are you going to be alone in an elevator with Superboy or Damian?

Your mind wanders, thinking about being isolated with the young kryptonian and getting lost in that chiseled jaw line of his... You kind of feel bad crushing on Superman's kid, but then again it would be cool if you got invited to a family dinner or something if you two started dating! Wait, you're getting ahead of yourself! Stay focused! Training, training, training, training, training!

The door slides open, and as you're about to cheerfully greet whoever is inside when a small fog of secondhand smoke billows into your face, putting you into a coughing fit and you desperately try to fan it away.

“--An' don't you think for a fuckin' second that Waller's goin' in the bloody ground by supper, because she's gettin' a full fuckin' report of your fuck up, you cunty lil' bastard!”

“Jane. I--”

“Oh don't you fuckin' Jane me you git! You had one job—a fuckin' easy one—yet the son of the fuckin' bat still found a way to cock it all up! Fuuuuuuuckin' 'ell! You sure you don't wanna go roun' and see if we can get one of these pricks necked while yer at it, ay?”

That voice seemed oddly familiar, and when you can finally see through the fog you can't help but let out and excited gasp.

Standing next to a tired Damien silently suffering is a dark skinned women in a long dark coat, a single arm holding a cigarette an inch away from her lips as her pierced brow furrows under her purple pixie-cut. Her green, angry eyes glance at you for a moment right as you speak.

“AUNTIE BLACK!!!” You shout excitedly, running over to hug her only to crash face first into a green psychic barrier, smushing your face against it like it was glass.

She gives you a disgruntled stare for a moment before turning back to Damien.

“Oi,” She starts.

“Who's this loose cunt?”

[To be Kontinued soon...]

>>3195430
A: Did she call you...? But she's one of your aunts, why would she say something like that? Oh god, don't cry in front of her...!

B: "How do you not remember me?! You're one of my dad's best friends!"

C: "Oh auntie, you're so silly! What're you doing here anyway?"

D: "Damien, why didn't you tell my she was coming over?!"

>>3197032
>A: Did she call you...? But she's one of your aunts, why would she say something like that? Oh god, don't cry in front of her...!

>>3197032
>B: "How do you not remember me?! You're one of my dad's best friends!"

>>3195430
>C: "Oh auntie, you're so silly! What're you doing here anyway?"

>>3197050
>>3197058
Need a tie breaker between these two! I'll give you guys 5 extra minutes to vote!

>>3195430
>B

>>3197050
>>3197058
>>3197069
Hmmm... Give me some time to merge all three!

>>3197083
Oh nevermind! We got our tie breaker just in time!

>>3197032
>B

You blink, pulling your face from the barrier.

"How do you not remember me?! You're one of my dad's best friends!"

“Oh fuck... You're... Uh...” Lady Black starts to dissolve the barrier rubbing her forehead.

“Reno's daughter. Rena.” Damien speaks up.

“FUCK!” Lady Black shouts in frustration, glaring over at the other passenger in the elevator.

“YOU'RE TELLIN' ME THAT PRICK'S DAUGHTER IS FINE WHILE MINE GETS TAKEN AWAY? YOU FUCKIN--”

“Auntie, stop swearing!” You scold her, putting your hands on your hips as you give her a look of disapproval.

“Ahh, fuck off ya orange turd. An' stop with this auntie shit, we aren't related.” She spits back, flicking her finished cigarette butt onto the floor.

“Now ye getting on or what?”

You grumble, stepping onto the elevator with the other two and standing between them.

“You know, I don't remember you being so rude when my dad first introduced you to me.” You comment, still looking unhappy with her behavior.

“Ye? An' I remember you not looking like an amateur porn star in cosplay. I suppose the time's 'ave changed.” She claps back, making you do a soft gasp.

“Black! That's enough!” Damien joins in to scold her, saving you from having to do so yourself.

“Don't take your frustration out on the poor girl, I'm the one who sent her out that day.”

“Oh, too right, let me go back to ripping your head off!” Black violently retorts, and you're quick to hold your hands up and stop the two from arguing any further!

“WAAAIIIIT!” You shout, looking at them both inquisitively.

A: “So let me get this straight... Marjane's your daughter, so were you responsible for the Enchantress being inside her?”

B: “Did you really only come in here to argue? It's not going to help anyone, let alone your daughter!”

C: “Please stop yelling until I leave the elevator. I need focus before my sparring match.”

D: “Damien, why is she here? Is she just going to yell at you or is she going to help?”

>>3197158
>B: “Did you really only come in here to argue? It's not going to help anyone, let alone your daughter!”

To be fair, Black, Rena's got her shit *mostly* together, rather than being a magic ticking time-bomb with a thermo-bitch core.

Where did everyone go?

>>3197158
>A: “So let me get this straight... Marjane's your daughter, so were you responsible for the Enchantress being inside her?”

>>3197158
>B: “Did you really only come in here to argue? It's not going to help anyone, let alone your daughter!”

>>3197158
>B: “Did you really only come in here to argue? It's not going to help anyone, let alone your daughter!”

>>3197158
>B

“Did you really only come in here to argue? It's not going to help anyone, let alone your daughter!”

“... No. I came to see this Thunder God I've heard so much about and see if this is worth The Elite's time. Retrieving my daughter and the Enchantress will come later.” She coldly responds just as the elevator dings, signaling the arrival to the ground floor.

Lady Black is the first to hurry through the doors as they open, making her way outside where you can already see the rest of the Titans congregated around what looks like two people battling.

“She's a real piece of work...” Damien comments.

“Uhm... Yeah. I guess I was too young to remember her being this hard to get along with.” You add, getting a chuckle from the grizzled man.

“I remember being like that when we met. I guess most people grow out of it... Or get beaten out of it.” He speaks as he walks with you out the door.

“Here's hoping she's not the one tagging along for the tournament.”

You look up at him, puzzled.

“Wait, are you participating Damien—EEP!”

He suddenly draws a sword you failed to notice on his hip earlier, the light glinting off it's bizarrely rhombus-like shape.

“I know what you're thinking; killing is against my father's teachings, but the fact of the matter is I've been with my mother far longer in The League of Shadows, and this blade isn't just for show. I wouldn't say I'm abandoning Batman's ways, but this tournament calls for my own methods. Do you understand?” He asks, but his question comes off as sincere rather than condescending.

“Uh... I Think so. I'm just, you know, not amped to make my debut as a hero in a bloodsport.” You admit as the fresh outside air hits your face upon exiting the tower.

“Good. If you were, I'd throw you off the team.” He says with another chuckle.

“But if someone is to die by your hand, let it be a hand of justice and not brutality.”

You nod, finally reaching the group of heroes as your eyes widen at the sight of the current match.

It's Namur, his teeth snapping shut around a wide-brimmed hat with blades lining the edges. On the opposite end you see its dark-haired wielder struggling to pull it free from the beast's maw.

“You're gonna lose your tongue, dude!” Impulse shouts from the sidelines. You wonder why he and Superboy are among those watching when they wished to remain out of these affairs.

“Punch him in the nose, Lao! That's how you get bad pets to drop something!” A loathsome and familiar voice jeers from the opposing side.

Opposite of the Titans are Raiden and two other kombatants, Liu Kang...

And Johnny Cage.

[More in the next post!]

>>3197305
“Ughhh...” You audibly groan. What is Raiden thinking?! That guy is a movie star, not a fighter?

Unsurprisingly, Damien shares the same opinion as he notices the actor as well.

“Wait... Don't tell me that's actually--”

“It is.” You cut him off, the confirmation making him wince.

Johnny Cage had at least shown up prepared to fight, wearing athletic shoes and pants to go with the wrappings covering his arms... But neither of those things went well with his name tattooed across his chest or the golden belt buckle that just read “CAGE.”

“Grraauhhggh!!... GRAAAHHHGHH!!!” Namur snarls, finally using her free hands to catch Kung Lao off guard and grab his tugging arms!

He lifts the Shaolin warrior off the ground and tosses him overhead, releasing the hat from his mouth as he roars at his opponent flipping through the air!

Kung Lao does yell in surprise for a moment, but he's truly something to behold as he skillfully lands on his feet behind Namur, quickly turning back around to face him as he puts the hat back on his head.

They hold their stances for a moment, but Raiden is quick to hold up and open hand to halt the two.

“That's enough. You both demonstrate impressive kombat.” He stoically praises.

“Thank you, master.” Kung Lao replies with a bow towards him, and then turning to give Namur a bow right after.

He returns the Shaolin's kind gesture, returning to stand with his team as Raiden addresses you next.

“Miss Rena. Would you care to train with us?” He asks, and that familiar feeling of trust and peace of mind fills you as he speaks.

“Yes! I'd love to spar with you guys!” You respond cheerfully, hurrying to the front.

“Whoo! Where were the hiding her?” Johnny Cage comments with a whistle, causing Liu Kang to subtly roll his eyes.

You share that sentiment... This guy needs a punch in the face, but you wanted to fight the other guy... Hmm...

A: Stick with Challenging Liu Kang.

B: You've changed your mind. Beat up Johnny Cage.

>>3197343
>B: You've changed your mind. Beat up Johnny Cage.
>"Changed my mind, you need your face pushed in."

>>3197343
>A: Stick with Challenging Liu Kang.

>>3197343
>B: You've changed your mind. Beat up Johnny Cage.
I think it would be funny if Cage knew Reno. I mean who else would fund NINE of those cheesy movies?

>>3197343
>B: You've changed your mind. Beat up Johnny Cage.

>>3197347
>>3197350
>>3197351
Roll D100!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prL0BIqH5eU

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>3197365

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>3197365

>>3197365
>>3197372
>>3197373
Still need a third roll guys! Will Johnny Cage be hitting you instead?

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>3197365

>>3197343
>B

Yeah, you're fighting this annoying jerk.

“Can I fight Johnny Cage?” You ask Raiden.

“Ohhhh! Don't mind if I do.” The celebrity accepts, not caring what the Thunder God has to say on the manner before stepping up.

“So, are you a fan, doll?” He asks, psyching himself up with a particularly bouncy fighting stance.

“... Nope.” You honestly answer, showing a deadpan expression as you put your fists up.

“Ouch.” He responds, scrunching up his face at your short answer. There's a snicker shared among those spectating... Except for Raiden. Gods don't seem very emotive.

“Well, I guess I won't feel bad about this!”

And as soon as Johnny's words leave his mouth, a green energy starts to shimmer across his body, and in an instant he flashes forward in a blindingly flash straight kick!

It's a good thing your reactions are fast, as you're able to duck to the side and hurl a underhanded starbolt at him!

But the actor isn't done surprising you yet, as another green shimmer shines in his right hand and he adjusts his stance to lob a green force ball into your violet bolt, canceling out both projectiles in a dazzling clash of colorful energies!

You shake your head in disbelief, trying to make sure you weren't just seeing things.

“W... What was...?” You start to ask, and the actor just shows a cocky smirk.

“A lot of people think everything I do onscreen is just special effects, but here's the truth,” He begins, spreading his arms and proudly displaying the name on his chest.

“I AM the special effects!”

[To be kontinued soon]

>>3197448
He sure is 'special' alright. We should get an autograph from him to Blackfire for shits and giggles.

>>3197448
Gonna be shipping Rena and Johnny now.

>>3197448
A: Okay, so he's actually kind of strong... But you bet his ego is pretty weak. Try bringing up his movies.

B: Well, now you know how tough he really is! No need to hold back!

>>3198878
>B: Well, now you know how tough he really is! No need to hold back!
Physical wounds are easier to heal.

>>3198878
>B: Well, now you know how tough he really is! No need to hold back!

>>3198878
B: Well, now you know how tough he really is! No need to hold back!

>>3198878
>B

>>3198878
>B: Well, now you know how tough he really is! No need to hold back!

>>3198883
>>3198887
>>3198890
>>3198892
>>3198899
Roll D100!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3198912
Rena luck don't fail me now.

>>3198912
I still need two more rolls guys!

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3198912
$chan's being fucky.

>>3198926
Oh, that's not good. Might hold off on rolls for the next few posts then!

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3198912
Lemme try

Rolled 15 (1d100)

It's better now.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>3198912
pointlessly late roll to see how my luck is

>>3197448
>B

You flash a smile of your own, actually taking one of your Okaaran fighting stances now that you know you can take this fight seriously.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsmaBJiWtBA

Johnny's smug aura doesn't fade, in fact he he only doubles down in his offense as he runs forward in a sprinting punch!

Reaching one of your hands forward, you generate a cluster of violet energy over your palm and clasp it over his force punch, another spectacular clash of green a pinkish fire splashing off the impact!

You hold his fist in place as he struggles to pull it free from your grasp, giving you ample time to ready another strike to his gut while he's distracted by your grip!

Pointing your fingers outward, you prepare to send a spear strike into his tors--

“Hah! Just kidding!” He suddenly mocks, his struggle expression turning into a that of a trickster as the green energy covers his legs and her launches his legs off the ground!

There's not enough time for you to react as the bottom of your chin is struck by the top of Cage's right sneaker, forcing your jaw to painfully clench as he flip-kicks out of your grasp and sends you toppling backward!

You grunt as you roll back onto your feet, holding your head and giving it a quick shake to push through the dizziness his attack left you with.

Upon looking up, you see Johnny Cage advancing upon you once again, and you find yourself fortunate enough to stand up and prepare your guard...

… Until Crush shouts from the sidelines.

“RENA LOOK OUT! HE'S GOING FOR THE CUNCH!”

The what? You're about to turn and ask what that means when you suddenly see the actor descend to the ground in an impressive split, is limber legs spreading horizontally and giving him a good angle to send a fist right into your... Oh.

“HOOOOOOOOO---OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! SHIT!!!”

Just as his force punch is about to crush your groin, the new suit June made begins to shine in its usefulness by quickly creating a thick cup of armor between your legs and causing Johnny to break his hand!

He stands up, holding his injured hand by the wrist and hissing through teeth clenched in pain.

“Owowowowowow-owwww!!! Okay deep breaths Johnny, deep breaths...”

You just look down at the protective layer beginning to vanish and back up at Johnny, staring blankly at him as you process your good luck.

A: “Did you really just... Oh boy, wait until I tell my dad about that Mister Cage!”

B: So he wants to sink to that low, huh? Why don't you show him how it's really done with your family's secret technique!

C: Quick, put him in a grapple and make him tap out!

D: Give him a minute. You're not done trying to figure out what else this guy can do.

>>3199031
>B: So he wants to sink to that low, huh? Why don't you show him how it's really done with your family's secret technique!

>>3199031
>B
But keep on the lookout in case this is another fakeout

>>3199031
>A: “Did you really just... Oh boy, wait until I tell my dad about that Mister Cage!”

>>3199031
>B: So he wants to sink to that low, huh? Why don't you show him how it's really done with your family's secret technique!

>>3199031
>B

>>3199031
>B: So he wants to sink to that low, huh? Why don't you show him how it's really done with your family's secret technique!

>>3199031
>B

Hitting below the belt? Fine. Your family's secret technique is all about that.

It's safe to say that you've got him somewhat figured out now. Time to get him to play into your hand. Literally.

You approach him, adjusting your throat before speaking again.

“You good? I'd like to win already.” You taunt. That should get him.

“... Yeah kid, I'm good!” He answers through exertion, whipping around with a sudden roundhouse kick... That you easily catch in your left hand by his ankle!

Yeah, that's about right.

“Haaaaahh...!!” You psyche yourself up, pulling your right fist back and igniting it with your inner power!

“BLACKFIRE STRIKE!” You shout, raising his leg slightly and sending the fist between his legs in a crushing blow!

Johnny's mouth opens wide in a silent scream, the unholy strike rendering his voice useless as a tiny squeak is all he can say to describe his pain.

“Oh...” Kung Lao remarks, holding his chin in disgusted curiosity, as if wondering how painful the attack to render the master of such a move speechless.

The only one remaining motionless is Raiden, while everyone else shows a exaggerating expression accompanied by audible sounds of sympathy for his pain.

“Fuckin' hell... Yeh better not 'ave kids because that move don't need to be in an any further generations of yeh fucked up family.” Lady Black comments, having to light up another cigarette at the sight of this.

“Phew!” You breathe relief, having considered the fight won as you watch Johnny writhe on the floor.

“Well done.” Raiden comments, stepping in between you and Johnny.

“Do not think all victories will be earned this easily, even against one such as Johnny Cage.”

“... You sure?” You ask, not wanting to doubt the literal God in front of you, but...

“More than sure. Johnny has tremendous power within him that he must learn to control... As well as his ego.” Raiden adds looking over at him as he stands up.

Johnny points at you and tries to speak, but he still hasn't found his voice yet. Instead he limps back to the Shaolin monks, letting them handle the fighting from here.

“Damien, I must thank you for aiding us in protecting Earth Realm. So far your heroes have given me hope for the tournament.” Raiden expresses with a bow, honoring the son of Batman.

Damien returns the bow then looks at the rest of you, holding the hilt of his blade sheathed on his waist.

“You want me to show you rookies how its done, or does someone want another go? We should train as much as we can for the next two days. Don't let me stop you.”

A: “I wanna fight again! Let me take on the headband guy!”

B: “Uhm, can I fight Raiden? I want to take on the strongest person here!”

C: “I'll fight you, Damien!”

D: Take a breather and watch Damien, maybe apologize to Namur while you're at it.

>>3199133
>A: “I wanna fight again! Let me take on the headband guy!”

>>3199133
>C: “I'll fight you, Damien!”

>>3199133
>B: “Uhm, can I fight Raiden? I want to take on the strongest person here!”
This could be our Red X moment.

>>3199133
>C

>>3199133
>D: Take a breather and watch Damien, maybe apologize to Namur while you're at it.

>>3199141
>>3199147
Roll D100!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3199162

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3199162

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3199162

>>3199133
>C

“I'll fight you, Damien!” You declare excitedly, smiling up at him.

“That is ill advised...” You hear Namur murmur off to the side.

“You sure? I'm not gonna hold anything back, kid. You're getting the sword and everything.” He warns.

You nod.

“That's fine! There's gonna be worse thrown at me in the tournament anyway, right Raiden?” You ask, and he responds with a silent nod.

“Okay, but no crying when it's over... Give us some room, everyone!” He orders, and the spectators do in fact give you more space than you had previously

You get into your stance, but Damien stands there casually with a hand kept on the handle of his sword as he silently reads you.


Just when you're about to go on the offensive, he suddenly hurls a red batarang at you before charging!

The batarang is dodged effortlessly, in fact all you have to do is tilt your head to the right and feel it whiz by!

However, the swift swordsmanship of Damien is not so easy to avoid as he does a horizontal swipe towards your torso!

You lower your stance and go to block it with your wrists, feeling the suits armor come just in the nick of time to protect your arms from the sharp edge.

Just when you're about to thrust your arms forward and shove the Titans leader to the ground, you hear something approaching from behind!

You quickly dart your head around and see the batarang you had avoided homing back towards you, a blinking light atop it revealing its automated nature!

Acting quickly, you break away from Damien and fly off to the side, the projectile diving into the ground and detonating with a ground shaking blast!

You flinch as the loud sound of the explosion nearly pops your eardrums, and as the smoke caused from the blast begins to fill the fighting area you take to the skies high above it so you can try to locate Damien while it clears.

As you quickly gain a height advantage and look downward, it's starting to dawn on you that this smoke is lasting longer than it should. In fact, it's starting to get thicker, making it harder to see anyone down there!

“Crap...” You grumble, and as if on cue at least 5 more of those batarangs shoot up from the smoke and dart after you!

[To be Kontinued soon!]

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Sorry for the sudden ending but I'm feeling really tired. I'll post an update or two before work to make up for it and then continue running after my shift! Thanks for bearing with me, guys!

>>3199204
A: Quick! Throw starbolts to destroy them!

B: Time to put this new tech to good use! See if you can make a shield grow from your suit!

C: You don't know what these things can do, so maybe you should try catching them and throwing them back down at Damien to find out!

D: Dive! Avoid as many of them as you can on the way down dive down at Damien!

>>3199651
>A: Quick! Throw starbolts to destroy them!

>>3199651
>D: Dive! Avoid as many of them as you can on the way down dive down at Damien!

>>3199657
>>3199659
Hmm...

Roll D100 for both of these!

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3199684

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>3199684

>>3199685
>>3199706
I guess everyone was able to get their sleep, so I'll just move along with the posts!

>>3199206
>A
>D

You cock your arm back and concentrate your fiery energy into it, hurling a starbolt at the batarangs closing in on you and continuing the action with your other arm.

The barrage of bolts are mostly able to hit their targets, but it would turn out that it would be more detrimental to do so...

Upon impact, the batarangs explode in a plume of fire and white gas, the mist rising up to your face and causing you to involuntarily inhale some of it!

Your eyes start to water as you profusely cough, losing your balance in the air as the noxious chemical wracks your insides!

It's hard to focus, hard to keep happy thoughts in your subconscious, hard to stay in the air...


You... You're falling... It's getting dark... You need to close your eyes for a moment, they feel like they're melting...

… Wait, wake up stupid! You're still in a fight!

Having already fallen for several seconds, your eyes are forced open as you observe you're diving head first into the ground!

Through the smoke that's starting to clear on the ground, you can make out the shape of Damien preparing a sword strike!

You grunt, trying to will your body to be responsive but it feels like your bones have turned into jelly! There's got to be something you can do! You can't lose the fight like this!

You open your mouth to scream with fury, and by some miracle you get an idea to maybe turn this whole situation around!

You keep your mouth open, waiting for the right moment to act on your idea as Damien comes into view.

The son of Batman looks focused, knowing in his mind that this next strike will secure his victory as he twirls and adds momentum to his next sword swing!

However, as the blade's edge is about to reach your face, you snap your jaw shut and clamp your teeth over it!

“GRRRRRRRRRFFFFF!!!!” You growl through the stopped blade, keeping with the momentum of your fall and forcing Damien's outstretched arms back to his chest, leading to the top of your skull smashing into his face!


A surprised and pained audible reaction rises from Damien's throat, but you can't see the extent of your damage as you topple over him and roll a short distance forward onto your back.

You lay there in the grass, groaning as a smile appears on your face.

“I... Hah... I won!” You say between exhausted breaths, still barely managing to keep your eyes open as you continue to resist the effects of the gas.

“No you didn't.”

You start to see the shape of Damien's upper body silhouetted by the sun above, watching as he points the tip of his sword in your face. He snorts up a stream of blood running down his nose, but his face is hardly one of loss.

“Broken my face maybe, but I can still hold my sword while you can't even stand.”

[More in the next post!]

>>3199782
You want to prove him wrong and kick his butt, but it really does feel impossible to stand.

Your smile lessens somewhat, but Raiden's words keep you from feeling completely defeated.

“The only victory here is knowing you both adapted and fought around hindrances well. I've assessed that you are all more than ready for Kombat.” He speaks proudly.

“However, I must stress that every fight puts your life at risk. There will be no camaraderie with Outworlders should you be beaten. Only a certain painful death.”

“Yeah, sounds like the usual mission I assign.” Damien dismisses, sheathing his blade and kneeling down to lift you by the shoulders.

“Don't worry, Raiden. We got your back no matter the risk.”

“Thank you, Damien. Your friendship is most valuable to Earthrealm's survival.” Raiden speaks, but the sincerity in his words is lost on Lady Black.

“Aw, shut it! We ain't friends, we're fuckin' mercs for a god. Damn idiots...” She grumbles, adjusting her coat.

“Real fuckin' funny how the blunder god here needs mortals to throw their lives away in a spectacle instead of protecting the world himself.”

“The Eldergods do not permit--”

“Eldergods?! Aw, fuck this!” Lady Black interrupts Raiden's explanation, getting some distance from the rest of you.

“I don't have the patience for this shite. I'll be sendin' someone to collect my daughter, but I'll be damned if I stick around for this bollocks! Bunny, get me the fuck outta here!”

Lady Black yells up at the sky, and in a blink of an eye she shoots upward in a prism of light.

“... I know she's kind of a bitch, but I'd hit it.” Crush comments as she takes you out of Damien's hands, throwing one of your arms around her shoulder.

“After listening to her speak, I can't help but feel relief that she won't be standing by my side at the tournament.” Liu Kang admits, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks up to see where she went.

“You said it Liu-Liu...” Johnny grunts in agreement, still recovering from your attack.

“Let us hope that whoever she sends will fight for Earthrealm as well as her daughter.” Raiden remarks before bowing towards the rest of you.

“We must return to the temple. Thank you for training with us, Titans. We shall meet again for the tournament in two days.”

A: “Two days? Will there be enough time to prepare?”
B: “Hey Crush, can you throw me on the couch inside or something? I think I'm about to pass out...”

C: “So, are you guys the only one's helping us or...?”

D: Just nod in respect. You're thankful Raiden is here to guide you through this.

>>3199823
>A: “Two days? Will there be enough time to prepare?”

>>3199823
>A

“Two days? Will there be enough time to prepare?”

Raiden nods.

“The tournament will be hosted across both realms at different locations, so there is no need to fret over travel. I'm also confident in yours and everyone's abilities to fight. Do not doubt yourself, for if you do the fight will be lost before it even begins.”

Raiden returns to his group, nodding to the rest of you before they vanish in a spark of lightning.

“... Well, you heard the man. Use those 2 days wisely.” Damien reiterates, silently motioning Superboy to follow him back inside.

“I think I'm gonna start with a nap...” You tell Crush, your eyelids already starting to sink.

“Yeah you got your ass beat, let's get you to the couch or something...” She agrees, starting to carry you away.

Namur and Red Arrow stay behind, looking as if they're about to spar themselves. They clearly want to dedicate this time to training...

Impulse is... Well there's no way you could've caught him running off.

As your eyes begin to close, you start to wonder who your aunt had in mind when she talked about sending someone to retrieve her daughter...

[To be Kontinued soon.]

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Alright guys, gotta head to work now! Since my sleep is all jacked up thanks to loud plumbers, I probably won't run tonight because I'll be a complete zombie.

Should everything go right, I'll be running Thursday and Saturday night next, as Friday and Sunday I have plans with friends and family!

Thanks for reading these posts early birds!

>>3199886
Everything is dark, but cozy and comforting. It's like you're waking up from a really good nap, but you don't want to open your eyes quite yet.

There's also some soft voices near you, voices you recognize and you want to keep hearing as you slowly wake.

“... There. Is that too tight?” You hear Crush ask, her voice sounding the kindest you've ever heard from her. It reminds you of her mother.

“It needs to be tight. Thank you.” The voice belonging to Emiko responds just as sweetly.

“What the hell is that shitty kitty's problem? That's a seriously deep cut.” Crush asks.

“There is no problem, we were both taking the training seriously. He had been struck by a few of my arrows as well.” Emiko responds with a sigh.

“So taking things seriously is killing each other before we even start the damn tournament?” She argues, but her voice is a mixture of humor and discontentment.

“We only have two days til then, we should be using that time to prepare.” Emiko tries to justify, but Crush has a compelling counterpoint.

“Maybe we should take living seriously... Use the time for something more valuable than training.”

Those words were carried by a dreamy tone, one that would've convinced you it was anyone other than Crush talking. Then you hear something that warms your heart and makes you feel happy for your friend, but it also starts to urge you to really wake up just so things don't get carried away.

“... Mmmmm...”

You hear them kiss, and when you open your eyes you're looking into the center of the living room at the two sitting on the floor and parting their lips.


“... Oh.” Crush quickly readjusts herself noticing your eyes opening, hurrying over to you as you lay on the couch.

“Hey, you feeling alright?” She asks, looking a bit embarrassed as you stretch.

“Mhmm!” You answer, sitting up.

“If I ever feel insomnia I'll just have Damien through a batarang at my face!”

“Dumbass...” Crush scoffs, looking back at Emiko who's also begun to stand.

“Let's... Let's talk later.”

Emiko nods, pulling her red quiver and bow back over her shoulder and starting to leave, but not without smiling warmly at Crush.

A: “... So how hard have you been trying to get with her?”

B: “Where's her cut? I heard you talking about it while I was waking up.”

C: “What's been happening while I was out of it?”

D: “You know, you don't have to put your social life off for me.”

>>3202870
>D: “You know, you don't have to put your social life off for me.”

>>3202870
>through a batarang
Immediate.

>C: “What's been happening while I was out of it?”

>>3202870
>C: “What's been happening while I was out of it?”

>>3202870
>C: “What's been happening while I was out of it?”
eyebrow waggle

>>3202870
>D: “You know, you don't have to put your social life off for me.”

>>3202881
OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO

>>3202870
>C

You rub your eyes and run a hand through your hair in a loose effort to fix it.

“What's been happening while I was out of it?” You ask.

“Well... Namur's going nuts out there. That's something... Uhh... Damien's supposed to be contacting the League I think? There isn't much. Impulse is... Well, being annoying somewhere and I think Superboy is trying to distance himself from this whole thing.” Crush explains with a shrug.

“Hmm...” You think aloud, holding your chin.

Namur's going nuts? You wonder if everything's alright...

If the league is getting called, maybe you could go up and try to help Damien convince them to send more help?

There's also Superboy that has you worried. He could be a huge help too, but maybe there's more issues than the tournament itself..

Or you could just go with Crush's idea and live a little! Go out and have some fun!

>>3202977
[I forgot the choices ._.]

A: Go check on Namur. Hopefully he isn't becoming unhinged.

B: Go help the big boss with the league! He'll be impressed that you're up so quickly after get knocked out by him!

C: See how Superboy's doing. Maybe it'd be good for you both to talk.

D: "Hey Crush, you wanna hang out? Emiko can come too!"

>>3202978
>D: "Hey Crush, you wanna hang out? Emiko can come too!"

We haven't spent much time with her

>>3202978
>C: See how Superboy's doing. Maybe it'd be good for you both to talk.

>>3202978
>C: See how Superboy's doing. Maybe it'd be good for you both to talk.

>>3202978
>C: See how Superboy's doing. Maybe it'd be good for you both to talk.

>>3202978
>C

You love Superman, so it's only right to make sure sure his kid is okay.

“I'll go see what's up with Superboy. I hope he's alright.” You decide.

“His room's in the hallway opposite of ours. It's got a kid's drawing of his logo on it, real cute shit.” Crush says with a chuckle.

You stand, taking a few steps away from the couch and heading up the hallway as you wave good-bye to Crush.

It's a short walk to his room, and there is an absolutely adorable framed picture of his crest drawn by a child fan proudly displayed on it. You can't help but giggle to yourself as you knock on his door.

“Who is it?” You hear him call out, his voice slightly muffled by the wall sealing him off.

“It's Rena! Can I come in?” You ask, and you quickly pick up on the sound of his boots traveling to the door to open it.

As it slides open, you notice him still dressed in his gear as he rubs the back of his head and allows you in.

“Yeah... Uhm, sorry about the mess.” He apologizes as he allows you in.

It's... Kind of messy, but not offensively so. Sure there's some dirty clothes and maybe the stray empty energy drink can, but its a normal room for a guy like him. There's a desk with a forest of framed pictures atop it, sitting adjacent from his barely-made bed. In an opposite corner is a worn punching bag, and you can't help but wonder how heavy it could be.

“So... You wanted to talk?” He asks, sitting on the foot of his bed and looking up at you with those... Oddly gorgeous blue eyes. Wow.

“Uhh... Yeah! I heard from Crush that you were acting kind of distant fand I wanted to make sure everything was alright!” You respond happily as you close the door behind you.

“Is everything alright...?”

He shrugs.

“I dunno. I can't say I'm ecstatic over this whole thing.” He answers.

A: “Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

B: “I know you don't want to be a part of the tournament, but I think you'd be a big help if you joined us. It's... Not the usual hero work, but it's definitely for a good cause!”

C: “Well, I'm not happy about it either. We both just have to roll with the punches. Literally!”

D: “Then let's keep your mind off it! Let's see...”

>>3203059
>A: “Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

>>3203059
C: “Well, I'm not happy about it either. We both just have to roll with the punches. Literally!”

>>3203059
>A: “Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

>>3203059
>A: “Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

>>3203059
>A: “Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

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>>3203059
>A

You sit next to him, showing a small smile.

“Well, what's bothering you? I want to be your friend and listen.”

He looks over at you for a moment, then looks ahead while taking a deep breath.

“It just feels wrong. We're supposed to be heroes, not mercenaries.” He begins, looking down at his tightening fists.

“You weren't here, but that Raiden guy said it would be wise to take the lives of our opponents so they don't have the chance to fight again in the tournament later. I told him that it's just wrong to expect us to just kill for him, but he tried to justify it by saying taking lives to save our world was necessary in the end.”

He looks back at you, his eyes showing uncertainty in his own beliefs.

“That can't make it okay, right? It contradicts everything we've been taught, but it turns out that I'm in the minority when it comes to that school of thought. No only that, I'm either supposed to stand here and let you guys go and take part in a blood bath, or join in the chaos myself.”

He sighs, putting his head in his hands.

“What would my dad say?”

A: “He's right, Superboy. I know it's not an easy thing to accept, but sometimes there's no other options. If we have to chose between our beliefs and the lives of everyone on Earth, then I'd throw it all away to protect them.”

B: “Maybe it can be different... Raiden can only recommend that, but we're the ones who can choose how we win this fight.”

C: “I'd ask him. If anyone knows how to tread the right path for a situation like this, it's him.”

D: “It's your choice, Superboy. Not Raiden's, not mine, and not Superman's. It's your destiny to choose.”

>>3203134
>C: “I'd ask him. If anyone knows how to tread the right path for a situation like this, it's him.”
And Rena will go with him to visit the big man

>>3203134
>C: “I'd ask him. If anyone knows how to tread the right path for a situation like this, it's him.”

>>3203134
>A: “He's right, Superboy. I know it's not an easy thing to accept, but sometimes there's no other options. If we have to chose between our beliefs and the lives of everyone on Earth, then I'd throw it all away to protect them.”

>>3203134
>A: “He's right, Superboy. I know it's not an easy thing to accept, but sometimes there's no other options. If we have to chose between our beliefs and the lives of everyone on Earth, then I'd throw it all away to protect them.”

Gonna swap my answer to A.

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>>3203139
>>3203142
>>3203143
>>3203149
>3203149
Alright guys, we'll combine these into a nice post Saturday! As of right now, I'm very sleepy! Thanks for staying up with me and voting, I hope you all have a good night!

>>3203134
>A
>C

You put a hand on his shoulder, showing a small frown because you know he might like what you have to say.

“He's right, Superboy. I know it's not an easy thing to accept, but sometimes there's no other options. If we have to chose between our beliefs and the lives of everyone on Earth, then I'd throw it all away to protect them.”

He looks at you, his eyes conveying his displeasure with your words, but he doesn't say anything to argue against it. His eyes just return to gazing at the floor once your words sink in.

“It doesn't feel right like this...” He quietly responds.

Oh, poor Superboy... Maybe you're not so good at giving advice...

“You know... I think you should talk to your dad about this. He might be better at guiding you than I am.”

Superboy breathes another sigh and nods.

“Yeah. I think you're right.” He agrees, looking back up at you.

“Thanks for letting me vent off you. Heh... So far you've only seen me when I'm in a bad mood. Sorry about that...”


A: “Don't be sorry! Be happy! I'll see you around, okay?”

B: “Well, maybe I could see you again tomorrow. Like, maybe at somewhere fun, or something...”

C: Hug Superboy.

D: “Yeah, heh... Hopefully you don't see me in one of mine.”

>>3208075
>C: Hug Superboy.

>>3208075
>B: “Well, maybe I could see you again tomorrow. Like, maybe at somewhere fun, or something...”

>>3208075
>C: Hug Superboy.

>>3208075
>B: “Well, maybe I could see you again tomorrow. Like, maybe at somewhere fun, or something...”

>>3208075
>C


You put your arms around the big lug and give him a tight squeeze, hoping the gesture makes him feel a little bit better.

He's surprised by the sudden hug, but he does show a half smile and pats you on the back.

“Thanks, Rena.”

“Anytime!” You reply beaming, letting go of him and seeing yourself out of his room.

You hope he does feel better. Superman inspired you to choose this path, so the least you could do is help keep his kid happy!

Besides, getting hug that hunk was the best.

And speaking of hunks, you look down the hall to see one walking towards you...

Namur steps towards you, the skin showing under his armor glistening with sweat and the left side of his head stained crimson with blood soaked fur. As he gets closer, you start to see dents and arrow holes that punctured the plating.

“Train with me.” Is all he says as he looks down at you with fierce eyes.

A: “Um... Okay.”

B: “Oh my god you're crazy! You're bleeding and you want to train more?! We need to get you cleaned up and treated!”

C: “No. What's your problem? I saw you gave Red Arrow a nasty cut.”

D: “Actually, can we talk? About that fight we had the other night...”

>>3208228
>A: “Um... Okay.”
Punches are like hugs with velocity, sure, why not

>>3208228
>A: “Um... Okay.”
Dialogue through fighting always solves everything.

>>3208228
>B: “Oh my god you're crazy! You're bleeding and you want to train more?! We need to get you cleaned up and treated!”

>>3208228
>B: “Oh my god you're crazy! You're bleeding and you want to train more?! We need to get you cleaned up and treated!”

>>3208238
>>3208240
>>3208249
>>3208252
Let's try something different to break the tie...

Roll D100!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3208286

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3208286

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3208286

>>3208228
>B

You gasp at the sight of him. What is wrong with this cat?!


“Oh my god, you're crazy! You're bleeding and you want to train more?! We need to get you cleaned up and treated!”

“I'm fine. Train with me and—H-HEY!!”

You cut him off as you snatch his arm and drag him down the hall, looking for his room.

“That could get infected and you could get sick, and you better not have any more wounds under the armor or you're really gonna get it!” You scold him, feeling your eyes get hotter as you start to get cross with the warrior in your grasp.

“Trained by Wonder Woman in everything but common sense!”

“Rena, stop dragging me around like a child! I'm fine!” He protests with a hiss, but your anger infused grip is too much for him to try and break free from.

“Dammit, woman! I can take care of yourself! If you won't train with me then let me go so I can--”

You whip your head around, your eyes completely ablaze as your mother's traits start to kick in.

“YOU WILL NOT DO ANYTHING! GO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW!” You roar, embers ascending from your eyes as Namur gives you a surprised look.

His eyes go wide as he slowly nods, and when you let go of his arm he cautiously approaches the door belonging to his room and opens it.

“Sit. Start getting out of that armor.” You order him with a stern tone, marching into his room in search of his bathroom to look for anything that could help patch him up.

On Okaara, the warlords stressed that the deadliest thing in this universe was not a warrior, but a disease. To stress the importance and to train you, they gave you wounds to deliberately become infected so you would understand what the body would go through. Only then would you be taught in how to treat them.

You remember a particularly bad fever, and Namur is lucky that you're here to save him from such a horrendous experience.

Checking the cabinet under the sink, you do find some alcohol, rags, and even a small medkit to help with your friend. The kit itself is simple with its materials, but it'll do.

You start to run hot water in the sink, soaking one of the rags before returning to Namur.

He's sat completely bare chested and grumpy. his arms folded in a pout over his exposed upper body.

A: Start with the bloodied area on his head.

B: “Move your arms. I need to see where you're hurt.”

C: “... There's nothing below the belt, right?”

D: “Why are you mad? I'm trying to help you dummy.”

>>3208416
>A: Start with the bloodied area on his head.

>>3208416
>B: “Move your arms. I need to see where you're hurt.”

>>3208416
>A: Start with the bloodied area on his head.

>>3208416
>D: “Why are you mad? I'm trying to help you dummy.”

>>3208416
>A

>>3208416
>A: Start with the bloodied area on his head.

>>3208416
>A

You walk over to him and kneel, taking the rag up to the side of his head and dabbing it against the bloodied area.

“... Why?” Namur asks.

“Why what?” You return, swabbing the rag across the reddened fur to reveal a shallow cut.

“Why do you care enough to do all this? I can could've helped myself.” He clarifies.

“... I dunno.” You answers honestly, making sure his scalp is completely clean before grabbing the alcohol and dabbing the bottle into the fabric.

“This will sting.” You remark before placing it against the cut.

He winces, but is overall immune to the effect of the alcohol against his open flesh.

“Nrrgh... Fine, you don't have to admit anything.” Namur remarks with disdain, his nose twitching as his brow furrows.

“Admit what? I'm just trying to help you...” You begin to say, taking the rag away as you ready a small bandage.

“What do you think this is?”

“An excuse to touch me without fighting.” He grumbles, making you shake your head in disbelief.

“What?! You think I'm just doing this just so I can feel you up?! Are you calling me a pervert for trying to help?!” You respond, a bit offended by his words.

“You'd have to be a pervert to be attracted to me in any way.” He spits back, his brow furrowing more as he bares his fangs.

“You are such a stupid jerk...” You mumble back.

“Maybe I just want to help a friend?”

“Hmmph... There's more to it than that. You were adamant about this, it wasn't just some small concern.” Namur presses, making an annoyed sigh rise from your throat.


A: “There isn't, and there won't be any more after if this is how you express your gratitude.”

B: “Okay, you're an attractive guy, but apparently you're vain as hell too. I guess that comes with being among the Amazons. Don't think I don't see it.”

C: “Namur, shut up. Your face is cute, not ugly, and I want to scratch behind your adorable ears. I learned recently that Tamaraneans descended from a cat-like species, so if anyone thinks you're ugly it definitely isn't me.”

D: “Shut up and let me check the rest of you.”

[Sorry guys, I dozed off at my desk!]

>>3208782
>I can could've
Get some sleep, Mach

>D: “Shut up and let me check the rest of you.”

>>3208782
>D: “Shut up and let me check the rest of you.”

>>3208782
>E: "I've dealt with infections before, and they're not something you can get over quickly. And if I wanted to grope you, you'd know. Now shut up and move your arms."

>>3208782
Actually this

>>3208810

>>3208782
>D

“Just shut up and let mecheck the rest of you.” You dismiss, making him move his arms.

There's some small tears in his skin from where an arrow came close to piercing his muscles, but aside from sweat and blood there's very little you have to clean.

You take the warm rag and bring it across the small wounds on his torso, feeling like a nurse as you care for him.

You feel your cheeks get warm, because in a way Namur is right. He does have a gorgeous body, and your hand getting to feel over every bump and ridge of his chiseled physique is quite a privilege.

“Mhh...” Namur lets out as you take the rag slowly over his abs, looking away from you as you work.

You kind of feel bad for partially enjoying this. There's a voice of reason telling you to hurry up and apply the bandages, but... Maybe he has some injuries on his back...

A: Come on Rena, just get this over with.

B: Check his back... You know... Just in case...

C: “Okay fine, I'll admit that I like feeling you up a little, but I really do care about you being well. I know what kind of fever an infected wound can give and it isn't fun.”

D: “By the way, I'm sorry for arguing with you the other night... I don't like arguing with you, and I think we should do something about it.”

>>3208872
>C: “Okay fine, I'll admit that I like feeling you up a little, but I really do care about you being well. I know what kind of fever an infected wound can give and it isn't fun.”

>>3208872
>C

You sigh, giving in and showing a small smile.

“Okay fine, I'll admit that I like feeling you up a little, but I really do care about you being well. I know what kind of fever an infected wound can give and it isn't fun.”

“Hmph...” He responds, being less rigid as you apply his bandages.

“... I suppose it's fine. Your hands do feel nice.”

You let out a small chuckle, putting your medical equipment aside and looking him over.

“Alright... You look much better. Don't overdo it next time, okay?”

He nods, looking down at himself.

“I can't promise anything, but I'll try... Thank you, Rena.” He responds.

“No problem big guy.” You say with a nod as you stand up, getting ready to leave before he speaks again.

“I do want to train with you, though... May we tomorrow?” He asks.

“I'll think about it.” You reply with a wink, leaving the room and shutting the door behind you.

[To be Kontinued soon.]

>>3208900
Things like this are why I don't like quests running until, like, 2 AM when they start at 8 PM. You end up losing most of your voterbase and then it comes down to one anon making the decision to openly flirt with Namur.

>>3209429
>>3209429
Nothing wrong with that. Namur would be a good husbando.

However, is there anyone from the MK universe that would be a better suitor?

>>3209516
Honestly, it's more about timing. Right before a death tournament is not a good time to initiate a relationship. Death flags are everywhere.

Well fuck me for going to sleep at 2 in the morning. I would've voted D.

>>3209429
>>3209585
>>3209592
Ahhh, sorry guys! I blame myself for dozing off ;_;

>>3210196
Just have a revote to start off your next run.

Eh, it's just a little flirting. Not like Rena's jumping him right now or otherwise establishing a romantic relationship, and it's not like it wasn't patently obvious she found Namur attractive already. I'm not gonna be broken up about this.

>>3210196
It's fine because it wasn't something major, but you ran seriously late last night, MP
Shit was like 4AM my time

>>3211140
Sorry! I'll try to not do that again!

Having left Namur, you've returned to your room and plopped down onto your bed, laying back and staring contently up at the ceiling.

Getting some intimate time with Namur and Superboy was nice... Even if you didn't get to see the latter shirtless. However, as much as you want to be distracted by hot boy bods, there's still the tournament close at hand...

Then again, Crush seems to be enjoying herself with the time before the tournament. She seemed really happy to connect with Red Arrow, heck it even made you smile!

You breathe out a soft sigh, racking your mind with all the chaos in your young adult life as your phone begins to ring.

Sitting up, you reach into your jacket pocket and pull it free. “Dad” flickers on the screen as your phone vibrates and jingles.

You're quick to answer it, hearing his doting voice over the speaker.

“Hi sweetie-pie! How's my princess doing? Your training going well?”

A: “Dad what did you do to my moms...?”

B: “Where are you?! Seriously you straight up just vanished after Enchantress got her butt kicked!”

C: “Yup! What about you dad, you getting ready?”

D: “I guess... I'm feeling kind of conflicted on what I should do with the time I have before the tournament.”

>>3214432
>E: "I got to punch Johnny Cage in the balls, so I'd say it went well."

>>3214450
+1

>>3214450
This

>>3214432
>E

"I got to punch Johnny Cage in the balls, so I'd say it went well."

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

Your dad shrieks over the phone, making you jerk your head away and recoil at his loud voice hurting your ears.

“YOU GOT TO MEET JOHNNY CAGE, MY FAVORITE MOVIE STAR, BEFORE I DID?! AND YOU PUNCHED HIM IN THE BALLS?!”

“U-Uh... Yes?” You reply, a twinge of fear in your voice.


“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You pull your head away again, letting out a pained whine this time. Why is he so loud?!

“Ohhh... Oh my god no... Baby why? Why him?! Ohoho no...”

“Dad, are... Are you crying?” You ask, hearing him sniffle.

“No! Listen, you need to get him back there tomorrow so I can profusely apologize for your behavior young lady!” His tone shifts, ordering you as if you were one of his guards.

“But I don't know--”

“No buts! I'll be there tomorrow afternoon!... Okay, I love you, bye!”

He hangs up after that, and you're left there frozen in confusion.

Was... Was he serious? Maybe he's just emotional and he'll forget all about it the next day, right?!

A: You gotta hurry and find Raiden so he can bring Johnny back here.

B: Worry about this nonsense tomorrow. You feel sleepy...

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>>3214558
>B: Worry about this nonsense tomorrow. You feel sleepy...
Kek, worth it.

>>3214558
>B: Worry about this nonsense tomorrow. You feel sleepy...

>>3214558
>B: Worry about this nonsense tomorrow. You feel sleepy...

>>3214558
>B: Worry about this nonsense tomorrow. You feel sleepy...

"It's not my fault dad's too busy punching planets to meet arrogant celebrities. Heck, I thought for certain he was funding all those Cage movies."

>>3214558
>B

You toss your phone aside and yawn. You're way too tired to be worried about this now, might as well be rested before tackling a task like hunting down Johnny Cage.

**

The next morning started normally. You showered, grabbed a bite to eat and sat with Crush, chatting her up while you both eat in the tower's dining room.

“... So that's how my night ended.” You tell her through a bite of waffles, wrapping up your retelling of the previous day.

“Wow, your dad's a super fan of that tool... Why am I not surprised?” She sarcastically asks with an eye roll.

“Don't tell him I told you, but I think he started crying.” You mention.

“Pffff! No he didn't!” Crush responds through choked laughter, making you fuss.

“Stop! I felt so bad after!”

You sigh, dragging your fork through a small puddle of syrup left on your plate.

“So I need to somehow get Johnny Cage back here AND find time to train with Namur.”

“Oh yeah, you mentioned you had to undress him and clean him up...” Crush leans in with a devious smirk.

“So... You two get caught up in anything hot and heavy?”

“No! C'mon, Crush! Is that important?!” You ask, feeling your face get red.

“Not to me, but it might be important to you. Kind of sucks that you got your hands all over him and it didn't lead to anything.” Crush remarks with a shrug.

“Well, maybe we're not complete horn dogs like you and Emiko!” You spit back with a huff.

“... Actually, we just kissed for a little bit and held each other in my bed... It was really nice...” Crush admits, looking down at her mug of coffee before shaking off the sappy romance buzzing in her head.

“That's not important, what is important is that you're drooling over so many guys but you haven't gotten to really taste anything, girl. Sure this tournament-thing is important, but you gotta treat this that house party we went to and live a little!”

“I can't, it's really important that I get Johnny Cage here before my dad arrives.” You protest.

“Rena, what's more important; Your dad meeting a movie star or manly muscles glistening with sweat?” She bluntly asks.

A: “Making my dad happy... He really wants to meet him!”

B: “... Manly muscles.”

C: “Johnny Cage's manly muscles...?”

D: “This question sucks. Maybe I should just flip a coin...”

>>3214675
>B: “... Manly muscles.”
Manly muscles Reno's gonna beat us with.

>>3214675
>D

>>3214675
>B: “... Manly muscles.”

>>3214675
>A: “Making my dad happy... He really wants to meet him!”
>I am capable of thinking with more than what's between my legs, thanks.

>>3214675
>B

Your face is completely red from being put on the spot like this.

“... Manly muscles.” You sheepishly answer.

“Then you gotta go out there, grab that shitty kitty and train til you get lucky!” Crush encourages you with a wild grin, slamming her palms on the table to punctuate her motivation words.

“Okay... I hope my dad doesn't get too mad when he finds out his favorite celebrity isn't here.” You audibly worry, looking down at your hands nervously.

“Look, I'm going out with Emiko later, but if your dad arrives before I leave I'll distract him for a bit.” Crush tells you with a thumbs up.

“That'd be awesome... Thanks, bestie!” You respond, returning the thumbs up with one of your own as a sign of gratitude.

You leave the table, strutting away from the living area and down the hall where Namur's room is located.

Okay, so... Crush said you should quench your thirst... But should you really? Oh gosh, you felt good leaving the table but you're back to being conflicted again! Why do you suck at deciding on things?!

Calm down, Rena... Just act natural, maybe use the time you have before reaching his door to really decide on how you want to do this, and stick to the first thing that comes to mind. That's natural, right?!

You reach his door, cautiously extending your hand to knock on it.

So... When Namur shows up you want to be:

A: Normal.

B: Fired up! Get him ready to fight!

C: Flirty, listen to Crush and seize the day!

D: Expectant? Maybe you can switch things around and subtly have him take charge.

>>3214751
>A: Normal.

>>3214751
>B: Fired up! Get him ready to fight!

>>3214763
>>3214759
Gonna try the dice tie breaker thing again, then we'll have one last post to close things up!

Roll D100!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3214771

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3214771

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3214771

>>3214751
>B

You take a deep breath and put on a big smile, remembering that this is all about doing something for yourself!

After knocking it only takes Namur a few moments to open the door, dressed casually in some sweat pants and a athletic shirt.

“Rena.” He greets, showing a small smile of his own.

“Hey big guy! Ready to fight?” You ask with a determined look.

“Of course, it's all I have planned for today.” He answers with a nod.

“... You don't look or sound like it.” You say slyly, tapping the bottom of your chin with an index finger.

“Well, I'll get changed into my armor and--”

“Come on! Are you ready to fight or what?!” You ask again, your face getting fiercer as you stare down Namur.

“I... Ahaha, Rena... What are you doing?” He asks, still keeping his smile albeit looking confused.

“What am I doing? I'm getting ready to kick your butt so hard that you lose your tail! You gonna let that happen?!” You egg him, pumping your right fist and letting some violet flames dance off of it.

Namur takes a moment, but he does finally adjust to your challenging energy. He copies your arm motion, only showing his claws gleaming off his strong fingers.

“You think so? I think you'll find that difficult with these digging into you!”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, showing a confident smirk.

“Yeah!” He fires back, getting in your face!

“Oh yeah?!”

“YEAH!”

“OH YEAH?!”

“YEAH!!” He belts out with a roar, his nostrils flaring as he shows you his war face.

“Then I'll see you outside, kitty cat!” You finish off your taunts, turning your back and speeding down the hall eager to face off with him!

“Say your prayers carrot... Face!” He calls out, botching the delivery of his retort. Though it does make you wonder if your face does look like a carrot... Or is he saying that because you're orange? Hmmm...

[To be kontinued...]

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Alright guys, I think that wraps up this thread since it's on the road to page 9. Thanks for staying up and reading along!
I'm not sure when I'll be running again though... A co-worker is sick so I'm stuck covering their late shifts through out the week. Worst case scenario is we'll resume on Friday, but either way it will be a fresh thread, and hopefully the one where we finally reach the main event!

Also, still working on the second chapter of Reno's side story. I hope you guys like robots because there's gonna be a lot of them fighting by the end of it!

Have a good night everyone!